Remorse

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Tw // Self-harm

Guilt is tearing my insides.
Even if they verbalize the fact that no fault is upon me.
I can sense their lies from afar and see.
I always endure under those I've disregarded in the past.
You should've listened. You should've helped more than your range. But you didn't.
And now the mistakes are returning, thrusting into my chest and it's throbbing.
"Please stop blaming me" No. Whether you like it or not, it's you.
Cut yourself and make futile wishes for the past to resolve.
Make sure to feel the pain beyond depth, and observe the veins you should solve.
Recall the regrets and drown in that pool of remorse you've filled with.
Scream, no one will ever hear you. Just like how you had silenced them before.
Now it's your turn, Go and kill yourself or bear the pain therefore.

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